*First story ever. Basically 100% straight story. I like the idea of a shitty, macho main character losing to the sweet nerd, a la A Sure Bet by grimbous. This is part 1. Hope y’all enjoy it *
My name is Mark. Mid twenties, pretty good looking, strong, big dick, alpha I would say. Always had the prettiest girl in school. I worked out a little at the gym but I didn’t have to, I was a specimen with a 7” cock. I met Katie right after college. We met at a coffee shop. I was there waiting for my food and in comes this 5’8”, pixie cut platinum blonde in tight fitting workout wear. Her skin pale, soft blue eyes, pouty pink lips. ‘I guess she works at the gym next door,’ I thought to myself as she strode over to my left, grabbing a large order with multiple drinks. I was trying to puff up my chest and flex my arms to get her attention. She grabbed her order and finally, with her back turned, I scanned her, starting from the bottom up.
Her legs started out slender, strong calves. Working at a gym probably helps. Above her knees, her thighs got thicker and thicker, but toned all the way up, until they reached her impossibly large and round bubble butt. Her tiny workout shorts were filled to the brim with her form, her every little move accented with a slight jiggle. Her wide hips led to a tiny waist I could imagine almost encircling with my hands. I kept moving up and then I realized she was turning back around. I glanced away but got one more look as she passed me and I finally saw her chest: two massive, perky tits that sat high on her chest. Her tight workout top definitely could not contain them. Her tits were pushing up through the cleavage of her top and out of the sides, their heft apparent with each of her steps.
TL;DR Blonde, fit, thick thighs, fat ass, tiny waist, huge tits. Basically what I tell my buddies now that we’re getting married. I held the door open for her, she looked me up and down, we got to chatting, the rest is history. Really, though, I took her home and rocked her fucking world but that’s what happens to all the women I’ve been with.
Yep, Katie and I are getting married. And I want a blowout bachelor party.
I had found this place about a year ago that hosts bachelor parties, the MEC, or Male Enhancement Center. They have this process that’s supposed to “unlock your Masculinity.”
From what I’ve read, it makes your dick bigger. Not that I needed it. But who doesn’t want to be EVEN MORE top dog?
“Some men also have experienced slightly increased muscle tone and health but these cases are rare and will need to be monitored by our in-house doctors.”
Maybe I can get some muscle tone too? That’d be nice. I have since stopped going to the gym, now that I had a ring on her. Katie only works at the gym part time now, so she doesn’t go all that often either.
But where I have since gotten a fat beer belly, chubby face, and reduced energy, Katie has been very different. She put on a little weight too, sure, but it has gone exclusively to her tits and ass. Still that incredibly tiny waist and those toned legs. And her part time work at the gym has kept her energy and pep up. She was hotter than ever.
Damn, I really need this to unlock me. Although from the forums I’ve scoured, this is basically increased energy and some fat loss, if anything. I’m so masculine though. I’m the fucking man of men. Hell I’ll probably walk out of there more buff and hung than they’ve ever seen. I’ll be able to get 10 girls hotter than Katie just by slapping my hog on a bar and ripping my shirt while flexing. This is going to be awesome. Soon.
I’m finishing my list of groomsmen. We’ll all have our “masculinity” unlocked and they’ll all be shocked how massive I get.
“Hey Mark I was hoping you could save one groomsman spot for my friend Kyle?” Katie shook me from my thoughts of future grandeur.
Ugh, Kyle. Scrawny, shy guy she worked with at the gym for a long time and have stayed friends. I invited him out with my buddies once and he was so quiet and boring. Talking about the music he liked or the games he played. We’re at a fucking bar watching the fucking game. Get a fucking clue dude. So lame.
But her parents are paying for the wedding and the bachelor and bachelorette parties (basically just gave us a bunch of money) so I didn’t want to upset Katie, lest I miss my chance to become a walking babe magnet.
So I begrudgingly said, “Okay, sure, Kyle can be a groomsman.”
“And you’ll take him with you guys on your bachelor party outing whatever thing you’re doing?”
“Okay.”
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The limo stopped in front of the MEC and we stepped out. I had my groomsmen flanking me as we walked inside: some of my frat buddies, couple of my coworkers (Chris and Jake), and Kyle. I ended up using most of the bachelor/bachelorette party money to order the exclusive “Ultimate” party package.
“We at the MEC have been developing our technology and processes for many years now. But the one thing that has consistently improved and ensured the best “results” has been stimulating blood flow through sexual arousal before, during, and after the procedure. This increased blood flow to certain parts of the body results in each patient reaching their highest potential masculinity. Here is where our Ultimate package comes in.
“The Ultimate package comes with our best staff, exclusive to only the Ultimate package. Hand-picked and specifically trained, our staff of women (and men, at request) will be present to ensure the best experience. Each patient will be able to choose from our roster one member of our staff, assigned to accompany and guide them through the procedure. For any bachelor parties, the lucky bachelor will be able to choose TWO staff members to accompany him. We’ll help you be your best for your wedding day!”
Once inside, we were ushered into what looked like a small screening room, with two rows of recliners arranged like stadium seating, facing the front of the room which was currently concealed by red velvet curtains. The woman who we met at the front desk and led us to this room did not inspire confidence. Short, round, curmudgeonly, there was no way this fat old lady was getting me aroused.
“Are they gonna screen some porn or something? I need a fucking palette cleanser after that,” one of my frat buddies said, pointing to the old woman as she exited out the door. She paused a moment before leaving, shooting a glare at the commenter.
“Thank you. I hope the rest of your work day goes well!” Kyle added. The old woman softened, smiled, and waved at Kyle before reverting to that sour face, looking at the rest of the group as the door closed.
“Dude what the fuck? Go chase after her and I bet you could choose her as your woman for the night haha!” my coworker Chris sneered. I told all my other groomsmen about Kyle, how I had to invite him, how I disliked him, and how he’s just a fucking pussy.
“Bring out the ladies already!” my other coworker, Jake, chimed in. I could hear the disinterest in Jake’s voice but that was expected. Jake was one of my managers and he’s gay. I invited him hoping to impress him, being so inclusive and tolerant and all. I didn’t want to have to stare at his presumably male accompaniment all night but if it meant promotion (eventually even taking Jake’s job) I could suck it up.
As if on cue, the red curtains parted and the lights fixed on the stage.
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Sitting there, drinks in hand, the retracting curtains revealed a group of about 20 women.
“Holy shit,” most of us, including myself, whispered to ourselves.
Each woman was dressed in an extremely tight and revealing nurses outfit, complete with tall white pumps, garter disappearing up into their tiny skirts, and a delicate candy striper hat. Fat tits, slender bodies, blondes and brunettes, there was a wide range of incredibly hot sluts for me to choose from. Oh and a couple of buff dudes off to the side, for Jake I guessed.
“Obviously I’m choosing first,” I said as I stood up to approach the gaggle who will probably all want to gag on my impending massive cock.
They all stayed in their presenting pose, smiling their cherry red lips at me as I began scrutinize their physical qualities. ‘You’re the fucking man so you get the fucking hottest ones,’ I thought, convincing myself what I felt I deserved, bachelor party or not. How did I do my evaluating? My hands, grabbing handfulls of tits and ass, lifting their chins and moving them side to side, getting the best look at whether they passed my exacting standards.
I finally settled on two: the first, a blonde plastic bombshell, lips, tits, and ass filled to bursting; the second, a short, tight bodied Latina, fiery eyes and the most perfect booty I’ve ever seen and felt. Better than Katie’s.
The rest of the group followed, electing instead to run up and choose immediately, trying to get their preferred bitch before anyone else. Some more blondes and brunettes and a cute redhead were selected, with Jake taking a little more time with the two men, eventually grabbing a very built black guy’s hand, leading him back to his chair.
“Everyone all set? Let’s get this fucking started!” I said, so ready to get to the procedure room. Except, apparently one of us still had not chosen.
There was Kyle, on stage, going about his selection very differently. He was walking up to the remaining women, shaking their hand, asking their name, and… chatting?
“Yo wtf Kyle, let’s get a move on. Stop chatting like a little bitch. Find one you think is hot and let’s go. You probably have never been around women like this so all of them should be hot to you,” I angrily chuckled, my arms draped around the bombshell and the Latina at my side, left hand groping the bombshell’s silicone balloons.
Kyle approached this fit and slender one, kinda looked like an e-girl, short jet black hair, nose piercing, painted black nails. I didn’t make out her name (not that it mattered) as she shook hands with Kyle and started chatting. She giggled and smiled with Kyle, looking pretty sexy. They hugged and held hands as they joined the rest of the group. Ugh, whatever. Finally.
“Yeah let’s fucking do it!!”
“Let’s go!!”
My boys shouted, raring to go. ‘Hell yeah, let’s get massive,’ I excitedly thought.
The next door brought us into a large room with these crazy pods, looking like a laboratory. There was a glass paneled observation area, with the rest of the women who weren’t chosen holding clipboards looking on. And there stood the curmudgeon, peering down the bridge of her nose through her glasses. She grabbed the microphone.
“Ladies, please bring your patient to his pod and prepare to begin.”
My ladies and I walked to the end of the row of pods, settling on the last pod. The women (and Jake’s guy) had started close their proximity, running their hands through our hair and up and down our bodies.
“Will the patients please strip naked and step into the pods. Your attendants will assist you.”
Wait, what? Strip? This wasn’t explained on the website. What the fuck? Whatever, doesn’t matter. I’m the strongest, most masculine man in this group of boys. They’ll all get to see my massive masculinity and despair.
“Yeah baby! Take my belt off!” I looked to my left and saw this thick light skinned black woman staring up at Chris with this smoldering look while she pulled his pants down. Everyone was getting the treatment, the ladies unbuttoning shirts and taking off socks until we were all down to our underwear.
The bombshell was kneeling in front me, having just tossed my pants and socks to the side. She stared at my sizable bulge, looked up with those big blue eyes, and mouthed “Oh my God.” The Latina, meanwhile, stayed standing on my right, leg wrapped around me, taking off my shirt while my hand felt and gripped the incredible curvature of her butt. Both peppered my neck and body with kisses. Definitely getting aroused.
It was only then I realized who was assigned to the pod next to mine. Kyle. I could see him visibly shaking as the e-girl removed his pants. He was even scrawnier once stripped down. Thin, no muscle mass, and small tightie whities that looked to be holding nothing inside.
“Last step ladies! Let’s get that last piece of clothing off and help your patient get comfortable in the pod. Patients, once inside and comfortable, we will close the pod doors and do a short countdown. The process only takes a few seconds. You will see a very bright flash of light. It’ll take a few seconds before you get your bearings and can see again. But then we’ll open the pods and you can witness the realization of your masculinity.”
With that, the Latina slinked her fine legs around, gently rubbing that ass across my bulge before settling on her knees next to the bombshell. Down came the waistband and out came my semi-erect cock. Staring at my cock, in unison, they both placed their hands on their cheeks and openly mouthed “so big.” Damn right.
I turned to Kyle again and almost laughed. The e-girl, instead of kneeling, stood eye to eye with Kyle, seemingly trying to comfort a still shaking Kyle. Well, I say eye to eye, but with the high heels, she definitely stood above him. Damn, he’s pretty short too, haha. Down went his waistband and out came… a tiny little dick. Again, suppressed laughter. Out of this long bush stuck out a thin, rock hard, penis. The e-girl looked down, up at Kyle’s face, and with a reassuring smile, gave him a big hug.
Suddenly, we were all naked. The attendants grabbed a clipboard and cloth tape measure. They were taking down our ‘before’ measurements. With the bombshell taking notes, the Latina started to measure bicep size, chest size, thigh size, and finally dick length and girth.
“6.7” long and 5.3” girth,”’ the Latina dictated, the bombshell writing down the final measurements. I could hear Kyle ask the e-girl what his final numbers were.
“4.8” long and 4.4” girth,” she whispered, not low enough for me not to hear, though. Haha what a fucking wimp.
Suddenly, we were quickly pushed into our pods, disappearing from each others view. The front of the pod was clear glass. The bombshell and the Latina preened and posed as the pod door sealed shut, the bombshell pulling down her dress, exposing more of her ample cleavage, with the Latina turned around, shaking and jiggling that prodigious booty. I could hear all of the pod doors shut and lock. A whirring sound started and began to build as the pods came to life. Then I heard the microphone click on one more time.
“All right gentlemen! Here we go! 3… 2… 1…”
My name is Mark. Mid twenties, pretty good looking, strong, big dick, alpha I would say. Always had the prettiest girl in school. I worked out a little at the gym but I didn’t have to, I was a specimen with a 7” cock. I met Katie right after college. We met at a coffee shop. I was there waiting for my food and in comes this 5’8”, pixie cut platinum blonde in tight fitting workout wear. Her skin pale, soft blue eyes, pouty pink lips. ‘I guess she works at the gym next door,’ I thought to myself as she strode over to my left, grabbing a large order with multiple drinks. I was trying to puff up my chest and flex my arms to get her attention. She grabbed her order and finally, with her back turned, I scanned her, starting from the bottom up.
Her legs started out slender, strong calves. Working at a gym probably helps. Above her knees, her thighs got thicker and thicker, but toned all the way up, until they reached her impossibly large and round bubble butt. Her tiny workout shorts were filled to the brim with her form, her every little move accented with a slight jiggle. Her wide hips led to a tiny waist I could imagine almost encircling with my hands. I kept moving up and then I realized she was turning back around. I glanced away but got one more look as she passed me and I finally saw her chest: two massive, perky tits that sat high on her chest. Her tight workout top definitely could not contain them. Her tits were pushing up through the cleavage of her top and out of the sides, their heft apparent with each of her steps.
TL;DR Blonde, fit, thick thighs, fat ass, tiny waist, huge tits. Basically what I tell my buddies now that we’re getting married. I held the door open for her, she looked me up and down, we got to chatting, the rest is history. Really, though, I took her home and rocked her fucking world but that’s what happens to all the women I’ve been with.
Yep, Katie and I are getting married. And I want a blowout bachelor party.
I had found this place about a year ago that hosts bachelor parties, the MEC, or Male Enhancement Center. They have this process that’s supposed to “unlock your Masculinity.”
From what I’ve read, it makes your dick bigger. Not that I needed it. But who doesn’t want to be EVEN MORE top dog?
“Some men also have experienced slightly increased muscle tone and health but these cases are rare and will need to be monitored by our in-house doctors.”
Maybe I can get some muscle tone too? That’d be nice. I have since stopped going to the gym, now that I had a ring on her. Katie only works at the gym part time now, so she doesn’t go all that often either.
But where I have since gotten a fat beer belly, chubby face, and reduced energy, Katie has been very different. She put on a little weight too, sure, but it has gone exclusively to her tits and ass. Still that incredibly tiny waist and those toned legs. And her part time work at the gym has kept her energy and pep up. She was hotter than ever.
Damn, I really need this to unlock me. Although from the forums I’ve scoured, this is basically increased energy and some fat loss, if anything. I’m so masculine though. I’m the fucking man of men. Hell I’ll probably walk out of there more buff and hung than they’ve ever seen. I’ll be able to get 10 girls hotter than Katie just by slapping my hog on a bar and ripping my shirt while flexing. This is going to be awesome. Soon.
I’m finishing my list of groomsmen. We’ll all have our “masculinity” unlocked and they’ll all be shocked how massive I get.
“Hey Mark I was hoping you could save one groomsman spot for my friend Kyle?” Katie shook me from my thoughts of future grandeur.
Ugh, Kyle. Scrawny, shy guy she worked with at the gym for a long time and have stayed friends. I invited him out with my buddies once and he was so quiet and boring. Talking about the music he liked or the games he played. We’re at a fucking bar watching the fucking game. Get a fucking clue dude. So lame.
But her parents are paying for the wedding and the bachelor and bachelorette parties (basically just gave us a bunch of money) so I didn’t want to upset Katie, lest I miss my chance to become a walking babe magnet.
So I begrudgingly said, “Okay, sure, Kyle can be a groomsman.”
“And you’ll take him with you guys on your bachelor party outing whatever thing you’re doing?”
“Okay.”
______
The limo stopped in front of the MEC and we stepped out. I had my groomsmen flanking me as we walked inside: some of my frat buddies, couple of my coworkers (Chris and Jake), and Kyle. I ended up using most of the bachelor/bachelorette party money to order the exclusive “Ultimate” party package.
“We at the MEC have been developing our technology and processes for many years now. But the one thing that has consistently improved and ensured the best “results” has been stimulating blood flow through sexual arousal before, during, and after the procedure. This increased blood flow to certain parts of the body results in each patient reaching their highest potential masculinity. Here is where our Ultimate package comes in.
“The Ultimate package comes with our best staff, exclusive to only the Ultimate package. Hand-picked and specifically trained, our staff of women (and men, at request) will be present to ensure the best experience. Each patient will be able to choose from our roster one member of our staff, assigned to accompany and guide them through the procedure. For any bachelor parties, the lucky bachelor will be able to choose TWO staff members to accompany him. We’ll help you be your best for your wedding day!”
Once inside, we were ushered into what looked like a small screening room, with two rows of recliners arranged like stadium seating, facing the front of the room which was currently concealed by red velvet curtains. The woman who we met at the front desk and led us to this room did not inspire confidence. Short, round, curmudgeonly, there was no way this fat old lady was getting me aroused.
“Are they gonna screen some porn or something? I need a fucking palette cleanser after that,” one of my frat buddies said, pointing to the old woman as she exited out the door. She paused a moment before leaving, shooting a glare at the commenter.
“Thank you. I hope the rest of your work day goes well!” Kyle added. The old woman softened, smiled, and waved at Kyle before reverting to that sour face, looking at the rest of the group as the door closed.
“Dude what the fuck? Go chase after her and I bet you could choose her as your woman for the night haha!” my coworker Chris sneered. I told all my other groomsmen about Kyle, how I had to invite him, how I disliked him, and how he’s just a fucking pussy.
“Bring out the ladies already!” my other coworker, Jake, chimed in. I could hear the disinterest in Jake’s voice but that was expected. Jake was one of my managers and he’s gay. I invited him hoping to impress him, being so inclusive and tolerant and all. I didn’t want to have to stare at his presumably male accompaniment all night but if it meant promotion (eventually even taking Jake’s job) I could suck it up.
As if on cue, the red curtains parted and the lights fixed on the stage.
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Sitting there, drinks in hand, the retracting curtains revealed a group of about 20 women.
“Holy shit,” most of us, including myself, whispered to ourselves.
Each woman was dressed in an extremely tight and revealing nurses outfit, complete with tall white pumps, garter disappearing up into their tiny skirts, and a delicate candy striper hat. Fat tits, slender bodies, blondes and brunettes, there was a wide range of incredibly hot sluts for me to choose from. Oh and a couple of buff dudes off to the side, for Jake I guessed.
“Obviously I’m choosing first,” I said as I stood up to approach the gaggle who will probably all want to gag on my impending massive cock.
They all stayed in their presenting pose, smiling their cherry red lips at me as I began scrutinize their physical qualities. ‘You’re the fucking man so you get the fucking hottest ones,’ I thought, convincing myself what I felt I deserved, bachelor party or not. How did I do my evaluating? My hands, grabbing handfulls of tits and ass, lifting their chins and moving them side to side, getting the best look at whether they passed my exacting standards.
I finally settled on two: the first, a blonde plastic bombshell, lips, tits, and ass filled to bursting; the second, a short, tight bodied Latina, fiery eyes and the most perfect booty I’ve ever seen and felt. Better than Katie’s.
The rest of the group followed, electing instead to run up and choose immediately, trying to get their preferred bitch before anyone else. Some more blondes and brunettes and a cute redhead were selected, with Jake taking a little more time with the two men, eventually grabbing a very built black guy’s hand, leading him back to his chair.
“Everyone all set? Let’s get this fucking started!” I said, so ready to get to the procedure room. Except, apparently one of us still had not chosen.
There was Kyle, on stage, going about his selection very differently. He was walking up to the remaining women, shaking their hand, asking their name, and… chatting?
“Yo wtf Kyle, let’s get a move on. Stop chatting like a little bitch. Find one you think is hot and let’s go. You probably have never been around women like this so all of them should be hot to you,” I angrily chuckled, my arms draped around the bombshell and the Latina at my side, left hand groping the bombshell’s silicone balloons.
Kyle approached this fit and slender one, kinda looked like an e-girl, short jet black hair, nose piercing, painted black nails. I didn’t make out her name (not that it mattered) as she shook hands with Kyle and started chatting. She giggled and smiled with Kyle, looking pretty sexy. They hugged and held hands as they joined the rest of the group. Ugh, whatever. Finally.
“Yeah let’s fucking do it!!”
“Let’s go!!”
My boys shouted, raring to go. ‘Hell yeah, let’s get massive,’ I excitedly thought.
The next door brought us into a large room with these crazy pods, looking like a laboratory. There was a glass paneled observation area, with the rest of the women who weren’t chosen holding clipboards looking on. And there stood the curmudgeon, peering down the bridge of her nose through her glasses. She grabbed the microphone.
“Ladies, please bring your patient to his pod and prepare to begin.”
My ladies and I walked to the end of the row of pods, settling on the last pod. The women (and Jake’s guy) had started close their proximity, running their hands through our hair and up and down our bodies.
“Will the patients please strip naked and step into the pods. Your attendants will assist you.”
Wait, what? Strip? This wasn’t explained on the website. What the fuck? Whatever, doesn’t matter. I’m the strongest, most masculine man in this group of boys. They’ll all get to see my massive masculinity and despair.
“Yeah baby! Take my belt off!” I looked to my left and saw this thick light skinned black woman staring up at Chris with this smoldering look while she pulled his pants down. Everyone was getting the treatment, the ladies unbuttoning shirts and taking off socks until we were all down to our underwear.
The bombshell was kneeling in front me, having just tossed my pants and socks to the side. She stared at my sizable bulge, looked up with those big blue eyes, and mouthed “Oh my God.” The Latina, meanwhile, stayed standing on my right, leg wrapped around me, taking off my shirt while my hand felt and gripped the incredible curvature of her butt. Both peppered my neck and body with kisses. Definitely getting aroused.
It was only then I realized who was assigned to the pod next to mine. Kyle. I could see him visibly shaking as the e-girl removed his pants. He was even scrawnier once stripped down. Thin, no muscle mass, and small tightie whities that looked to be holding nothing inside.
“Last step ladies! Let’s get that last piece of clothing off and help your patient get comfortable in the pod. Patients, once inside and comfortable, we will close the pod doors and do a short countdown. The process only takes a few seconds. You will see a very bright flash of light. It’ll take a few seconds before you get your bearings and can see again. But then we’ll open the pods and you can witness the realization of your masculinity.”
With that, the Latina slinked her fine legs around, gently rubbing that ass across my bulge before settling on her knees next to the bombshell. Down came the waistband and out came my semi-erect cock. Staring at my cock, in unison, they both placed their hands on their cheeks and openly mouthed “so big.” Damn right.
I turned to Kyle again and almost laughed. The e-girl, instead of kneeling, stood eye to eye with Kyle, seemingly trying to comfort a still shaking Kyle. Well, I say eye to eye, but with the high heels, she definitely stood above him. Damn, he’s pretty short too, haha. Down went his waistband and out came… a tiny little dick. Again, suppressed laughter. Out of this long bush stuck out a thin, rock hard, penis. The e-girl looked down, up at Kyle’s face, and with a reassuring smile, gave him a big hug.
Suddenly, we were all naked. The attendants grabbed a clipboard and cloth tape measure. They were taking down our ‘before’ measurements. With the bombshell taking notes, the Latina started to measure bicep size, chest size, thigh size, and finally dick length and girth.
“6.7” long and 5.3” girth,”’ the Latina dictated, the bombshell writing down the final measurements. I could hear Kyle ask the e-girl what his final numbers were.
“4.8” long and 4.4” girth,” she whispered, not low enough for me not to hear, though. Haha what a fucking wimp.
Suddenly, we were quickly pushed into our pods, disappearing from each others view. The front of the pod was clear glass. The bombshell and the Latina preened and posed as the pod door sealed shut, the bombshell pulling down her dress, exposing more of her ample cleavage, with the Latina turned around, shaking and jiggling that prodigious booty. I could hear all of the pod doors shut and lock. A whirring sound started and began to build as the pods came to life. Then I heard the microphone click on one more time.
“All right gentlemen! Here we go! 3… 2… 1…”
